Lines Written On A Sleepless Night
I love the moon’s soft mist-encircled light;
It weaves a silver spell; the very leaves
Seem turned to silver stone!—surely tonight
There’s something strange abroad! Beneath the eaves
Thrushes are nesting—hushed; and these I love;
And, too, I love thin spires of smoke, that rise
Like incense to the stars; and then, to move
When all the world’s asleep, or to surprise
A wakeful mouse from some close hiding place…
I love to think I hear an angel’s voice
Hung on the whisper of the wind. This place,
This night, this hour, this sky, are all my choice!
I love the earth, the sea, the heaven above,
But, more than these, the right to say I love!